40. The Body in the Library (1942)

Good afternoon, Dame Agatha.  This is a cool, drizzly fall afternoon, perfect for cuddling up with a mystery - and I'm about to start one right after I write this.

I feel like I've read this book before and didn't get excited about it, although it isn't on my Goodreads shelf, so it hasn't been in the last 6 years.  This time I did greatly enjoy it.  Twisty as always - and no, I didn't know whodunit.

Loved this comment by little 9-year-old Peter (I have one of those!):  "I read them all (detective stories) and I've got autographs from Dorothy Sayers and Agatha Christie and Dickson Carr and HC Bailey."  *giggle*  I'm kind of surprised you didn't put yourself first.

Mark Gaskell looked at Miss Marple in a somewhat puzzled fashion. He said doubtfully, "Do you - er - write detective stories?" The most unlikely people, he knew, wrote detective stories. And Miss Marple, in her old-fashioned spinster's clothes, looked a singularly unlikely person.
     "Oh, no, I'm not clever enough for that."

How I love your sense of humor.  These quips are like Easter eggs.

Can't wait for the next,
b.